Yesterday
Yesterday I was suspended and now I don’t know my left from my right
My left is emotional
And my right is emotional
My left represents anger and resentment
My right represents suicidality and sadness
There is no middle.
There is no grey
There is no “This too shall pass”

I could be expelled for hitting a kid, due to the fact it’s my 3rd fight in a year and two months
I could be expelled because I am on contract.
I could be expelled due to the fact it’s a tiny school. Only 60 kids, and 35 on a regular basis.

I have kaleidoscopes for a head
And bombs for lungs
I have a string for the bombs as a heart,
Pulled just right and god knows what’ll happen
I have a blu ray dvd player as feet,
“Clumsy and awkward human walking ahead,” says the sign
The sign is my skin, so everyone knows what they’re getting into
Some would call that baggage
My eyes are purple buttons, not from Coraline, but from the fact I love that color
My soul is the one unknown factor
My soul is the monster that keeps reaching for the string
My soul no one will know what it is made of

Good morning boy.
Good morning coffee, with the reminiscence of your lips kissing me
Good morning cab, that takes me to you
Good morning you.
Good morning walking you to class and holding you close!
Good morning Snapchat, waking me up for texts from you

Good afternoon lunch, where you and your friends play uno
Good afternoon sadness, because I have to wait 2 1/2 hours to see you
Good afternoon the two hours that's passed, so I can hold you close
Good afternoon closeness.

Good night bed, that craves your existence
Good night dog, that I wished we shared together
Good night Snapchat, as the texts disappear overnight
Good night you.

Until Tomorrow.

so, the boy and I are boyfriends now.
It's been 3 days?
It's pretty gay.

hi, i'm dylan,
i'm trans, in love, and listening to music
i'm also v.v happy bc i'm in love.

so this boy, he's a cute boy,
who gives good hugs and has
a really dorky and cute smile
his hair is curly and kinda messy
but y'anno what? i like him a lot

he's smart, kind, and again,
gives ******* amazing hugs
also, he's not a druggie, so
i can add him to my list of good people.
so yeah!

We're almost touching.
we were walking side by side,
you're talking about cabs in your hometown.
I can feel the gravity of your hand, calling my fingers
whispering "it's alright."

We're touching but not quite.
you held my shoulder to protect me from the passing cars.
and for the first time in a long while, I felt so fragile.
In this world where I find it hard even to breathe,
you believed me.

I almost said it.
All I need is one ounce of strength to tell you every single thing that I have ever felt about you.

I want to find home in your collarbones.
Would you be kind enough to let a stranger in?
I want to seep in your being because I'm cold.
The world is harsh and my cracks are aching.

Almost.